My dad was the youngest of seven and I was the youngest grandchild. By the time I came on the scene, grandma had a white artificial tree with a color wheel that would shine on the tree and change its color. It was mesmerizing to little me. This image, however, was taken before I was around. Back when she still had a real tree for Christmas.
My 31 Days of Christmas Celebration continues.
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